Page 82 of Don't Tell Me Who To Love

“And only,” Gabi said. “Now we’re married.”

Aisha bit her ear lobe.

Gabi felt the hair between Aisha’s legs, the moistness, and Aisha bit down harder on her lobe. “Feisty, eh?” Gabi whispered hoarsely.

Aisha moved back and stared at Gabi with such intensity, it left her breathless.

“Play nice,” Gabi said. “You can’t look at me like that without it having a very strange effect on me.”

Aisha narrowed her eyes and drew her lip between her teeth. She ran her fingers through Gabi’s hair and inhaled deeply. “I don’t even know what that means,” she said and took Gabi’s nipple into her mouth.

Gabi groaned and bucked at the surge of heat that shot through her. Aisha slipped her hand between Gabi’s legs, and strength and firmness gave way to softness and tenderness. The fiery sensations that ebbed and flowed between her nipple and her clit were so delicious, it rendered her speechless.

Aisha tumbled her backwards onto the bed and straddled her. Gabi tasted a hint of the sea on her lips. Aisha touched her warm skin, and ripples of ecstasy coursed through her as Aisha entered her.

“I love this feeling.” Aisha gasped.

She took Gabi’s nipple into her mouth as she made love to her. The thrusts, slow at first, then faster, touched deep inside Gabi. The pressure that her clit ached for came and went, and she craved the feeling again. She pulled Aisha up to her and kissed her hard on the mouth.

Every time Aisha kissed Gabi, moving down her body, Gabi felt it ripple through her core. As Aisha licked her clit, she thought she would explode. Aisha kept kissing her, teasing with her the lightest pressure, driving her wild. She wanted Aisha’s sex at her mouth. “Turn around so I can touch you.” Aisha moved so they were head to toe.

Gabi held Aisha’s waist and closed her mouth around Aisha’s clit. She slid her tongue between Aisha’s folds and entered her. The silk against her tongue and lips was warm and intoxicating, and she massaged Aisha’s clit with her thumb as she explored inside her until Aisha started to tremble.

Gabi stopped kissing her and slipped her fingers inside Aisha. She moved with an easy rhythm that Aisha mirrored with the roll of her hips. Aisha groaned. She felt so good inside, so soft, as she surrendered to Gabi’s touch.

Small flashes of electric energy in Gabi’s core stole her breath away, and she tensed. The thrusts inside her came faster, and the intensity rose too quickly for her to slow Aisha down. She too surrendered and cried out.

Gabi held Aisha’s hips and thrust deeper inside her. Aisha groaned and shook, then fell away and lay on the bed for a few moments, her body quaking.

She laughed and kissed Gabi. “That was awesome.”

Gabi kissed her gently and smiled. “Champagne and tapas?”

Aisha raised her eyebrows. “I know what I’d like to do,” she said.

Gabi’s sex ached in anticipation of what was coming next. “We have all the time in the world,” she said.

“And I want to do it now,” Aisha said. She got off the bed and returned with the bottle of champagne and their flutes.

“You’re going to soak the bed,” Gabi said as Aisha tipped a little from her glass onto Gabi’s stomach. Aisha licked it off, and Gabi felt the rush of desire.

“I’ll be careful.” She grinned, took a sip, and lowered herself to Gabi’s sex.

“Holy shit.” A fizzing sensation created a tingling heat, and she shook uncontrollably and then almost as quickly, became motionless. “Fuck me,” she whispered and collapsed back onto the mattress.

“Any time,” Aisha said and took another sip of champagne.

Epilogue

Granada, Spain, March 2014.

There were two things they needed to do. Then they could relax for the evening and reminisce a little. Number one, go to the cemetery, and number two, collect Nana’s ashes. In that order specifically because Nana didn’t want her final place of rest to be the cemetery. She wanted her ashes spread at the base of the small pomegranate tree that had been planted almost twenty years ago next to Matías’s workshop. It was where her grandpa’s ashes had been scattered just four months earlier, and Matias’s too, five years before his father’s. They’d missed Nana’s funeral because they’d been trekking in the outback in Australia and without a phone signal. Once Gabi had got over the initial sadness, she had managed a wry smile. Nana had probably planned it that way to save Gabi the pain of having to deal with everything. Gabi’s dad had done that. He’d been there for Nana when Juan, his true father, had died too. She was glad Nana had found the right time to tell him. She’d been very clear about what was to be done with her ashes, and Gabi wasn’t going to let her down at this final hurdle.

Gabi turned the key in the apartment door and was met with the sweet aroma of rose and orange blossom. The vase on the table was empty of water, and the yellow heads that hadn’t fallen bowed towards the sunlight. She wondered if Pablo still lived in the big house up the road with the pomegranate orchard and the sweetest oranges in Granada. Probably not. He’d been at least five years older than Nana.

Gabi picked up the vase and took it through to the kitchen. She wandered through to Nana’s bedroom. The fuchsia pink dress and matching hat that she’d worn when they travelled here almost twenty years ago hung in her wardrobe, alongside the black dresses that were the custom here. The bed was perfectly made, as if Nana had never slept in it. The butterfly brooch and her favourite heart shaped locket were laid out on the dressing table. It was probably the only time she’d taken that locket off, the night she’d gone to sleep and not woken.

Gabi picked it up and turned it in her hand. She prised it open and smiled at the small chunk of gold, no bigger than a few grains of rice stuck together. Juan had struck gold, and Nana had struck gold in the end too.

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